Tom Palumbo     Jack Kerouac, New York City     1955 “I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.” Jack Kerouac, “On the Road” 1957

Tom Palumbo     Jack Kerouac, New York City     1955

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.” Jack Kerouac, “On the Road” 1957

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